[ At least he assumes it is. He climbs on once she gives a thumbs up because that seems like the best time. He gets on. He straddles it with his feet firmly planted. He puts on his helmet, ensuring he can see perfectly.
Because they can't talk, he reaches to tap her leg. It is a signal that she should grab onto him.
Once she does (he'll wait) he'll turn on the motorcycle and get going. ]
[Well, well. What a gentleman. She takes the hint, however, and slides carefully forward in her seat until she's close enough to comfortably wrap her arms around him, pressed up flush against his back so that it's easier to rest her head against the back of his shoulder as well.
They're going to go fast, she reminds herself briskly, and checks the position of her feet to make sure they're sufficiently up and out of the way — and also that she's not going to lose a shoe by mistake in transit.
But soon the engine roars to life, and off they go — and she clings to Rohan all the more strongly, breath stolen by the sight of the city racing past all around them.]
[ There's a certain easiness when he's driving this. The way he can feel and see it move past them as he drives. There's no discomfort at the idea of someone being close to him and holding onto him. He's sure, in part, it's that he's on his motorcycle, and not exclusive to the idea of it being her. Though he, by now, was used to this level of contact with her.
The ride feels short - it had been, and he wished it was longer.
There's disappointment once he has to park it. When he stops, he'll step off before her. Leaving his helmet on, he moves his hand to her back to help guide her off.
He knows it is sad that the ride is over. Maybe, after their trip here, they can ride around town later. He'll see if she wants to later. ]
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Because they can't talk, he reaches to tap her leg. It is a signal that she should grab onto him.
Once she does (he'll wait) he'll turn on the motorcycle and get going. ]
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They're going to go fast, she reminds herself briskly, and checks the position of her feet to make sure they're sufficiently up and out of the way — and also that she's not going to lose a shoe by mistake in transit.
But soon the engine roars to life, and off they go — and she clings to Rohan all the more strongly, breath stolen by the sight of the city racing past all around them.]
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The ride feels short - it had been, and he wished it was longer.
There's disappointment once he has to park it. When he stops, he'll step off before her. Leaving his helmet on, he moves his hand to her back to help guide her off.
He knows it is sad that the ride is over. Maybe, after their trip here, they can ride around town later. He'll see if she wants to later. ]